Debra Eats Pizza
Two college students share rides to and from school, and sometimes they share their fantasies too. A college sex story.
Debra and I left school one warm fall afternoon after finishing up a Spanish exam. We drove a few blocks in my car and, deciding that we could both use a bite to eat, stopped at a popular pizza-and-beer place that was on our way home. We lived just a few miles apart, and we often rode together. Our sharing of rides and small confidences had led to the sharing of our bodies on more than one occasion.
Inside the pizza parlor, we grabbed a table and scanned the menu.
While we were chatting about our choices, the waitress came over. She just about knocked me out of the chair with her good looks, and she had a similar effect on Debra. Although she enjoyed filling her pussy, mouth, and asshole with cock, Debra was more than a little fond of girls, too.
The waitress was one of the current crops of Mexicans who were streaming into northern California from their homes south of the border. She was gorgeous: tall and lean, with dark, glowing eyes and long, jet-black hair. Her skin was golden, and she moved with a strong, sensual grace.
As she approached us she looked deep into my eyes, and I looked deep into hers. Her eyes seemed to penetrate me, and my cock stirred. She had wide, soft-looking lips, and I wanted to lick them right there and then.
She was happy to learn that Debra and I both spoke Spanish, and we made animated small talk with her while she took our order. As she walked away, we both riveted our attention on her swaying, shapely ass. Debra took a deep breath and released it slowly, then turned to me with an awe-struck look in her eyes.
“My God,” she said, “What I could do with her!”
“What WE could do with her,” I corrected.
I saw her first…
“The hell with you,” Debra teased. “I saw her first, and I want her all to myself.” We continued on, good-naturedly talking and laughing until the girl reappeared with our order. We engaged her in some more chitchat and then left her alone to get on with her work.
As we sat there talking and eating, we aroused each other with our glances and flirted with each other, stealing fascinated peeks at the waitress whenever she walked by. Debra herself was a lusty and beautiful girl, and being with her almost always made me horny. Her great enthusiasm for sex was contagious; a roll in the hay with her was an adventure in the luxurious ecstasy of bodily sensation.
We paid our bill and left, saying good-bye to the pretty young waitress. As we pulled out of the parking lot, Debra started a series of excited exclamations.
“Oh, my God! She was – Oh, I don’t believe it! Oooohh!” and on and on in that vein. She put one of her hands between her legs and rubbed her crotch as she talked. She was turned on, as she almost always was. As we drove along, she reached over and rubbed my thigh, smiling that sweet smile that told me that it might be a good idea for us to take a detour somewhere before I brought her home.
“Want to smoke a joint?” I offered.
“Sure!” she giggled. “You have some?”
“At my house,” I replied.
“What else do you have?” she asked suggestively. “Got anything else for me?” She blinked her big baby blues at me as her hand reached higher up my leg and found my cock, hard under my jeans. She was sitting with one leg folded under her, turned toward me.
I have these…
“I have these,” I replied, reaching over to grab one of her breasts through the clinging silk blouse she wore. “This,” I said, stroking a protruding nipple through the smooth fabric, “and this,” leaning over a bit more to feel the firm ripeness of her other breast.
Her eyes closed in concentration, and she moaned softly; she was so obsessed with her own sexual feelings that she would often seem to lose herself in them at the slightest touch.
I knew that my girlfriend would not be home for a couple of hours, so I drove to my place and escorted Debra in, my hands roaming all over her full ass as we walked. Once inside we lost no time in firing up a joint, and as the smoke wreathed us we fell onto the couch and got right into some seriously erotic French kissing and stroking.
It seemed like it was just a matter of seconds until we were licking and nuzzling each other and tearing each other’s clothes off. Her firm, proud breasts were in my hands and my cock was out in the air and being pulled by her grasping fingers.
We got off the couch, stumbled the few steps to the bedroom, and fucked like animals. My cock speared her warm, wet sheath, and in the heat of our stoned stupor, we kept grinding our bodies together, over and over and over again.
I talked about the Mexican girl as we fucked, feeding my fantasies to Debra and driving her on to more intense emotional heights. I drew verbal pictures of myself pounding the waitress’ pussy from behind while she sucked and licked Debra, nestled between Debra’s long, wide-open legs. Debra was enthralled with the images I presented to her and shook with passion as I continued to ream her cunt.
As our energy built toward its climax, I decided that I wanted to shoot off in Debra’s face. She was extraordinarily pretty, and I had often enjoyed decorating her face and hair with my cum. As I neared orgasm I pulled out of her slick pussy and climbed up the bed, straddling her torso while I pulled at my cock and bent down to kiss her.
I felt myself starting to cum and kneeled over her with my cock pointing at her mouth and my balls hanging down above her tits. She frigged herself madly, one hand jammed into her pussy and the other pinching and pulling at one of her nipples. Her head was cradled on a couple of pillows so that it was almost vertical, and she stared transfixed at my cock and waited for it to erupt.
In one of the best orgasms of my life, I banged off wildly into her face. My first big globule of cum hit her squarely in the corner of her partially open mouth, and she immediately tilted her head sideways to let it run slowly down across her full lips like water through a trough; when it reached the lower corner and had left its wet, shiny trail across her lips, she sucked it in and swallowed it down.
She looked delirious and dizzy; droplets of cum sparkled in her hair and rolled down her cheek. She reached for my cock and rubbed my knob across her lips, licking and teasing and sucking. All the while she made delicious, self-satisfied noises and rubbed her free hand up and down her damp abdomen. “Wow,” she said when she had caught her breath, “That got me right HERE!” — pointing to the corner of her mouth– “and moved all the way over to HERE,” painting her fingertip sexily across her lips. We both laughed at her stoned performance.
I saw her repeat that motion in pantomime many times over the next few months. It became a ritual for us at odd moments, her putting her finger up to her mouth and sweeping it lazily across to the other side. It always made my cock hard to see her do it, and to hear her laugh as she said those words, “All the way from HERE…over to HERE…”
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